Pristine elements exist here,
carbon facsimiles are forged,
in Proper Space,
in Proper Time,
expectant and delivered, all packaged,
uncontrollability in a controlled environment.
I offer Universal Apologies.
Oh the atrocities I commit in alternate worlds.
So hold me, and hold me responsible,
responsibly.
I am finite in my infinity,
I am futile in my future.
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Author:
Yorke (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2015 02:45
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AWESOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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